In The Smoking Room Poem by David Levitas

On currents that stream from out one's bodily hemispheres,
One is pushed and pulled from like and unlike pssions, an
Energy that relieves and repels, sparking lights and emenating
The heat that energizes matter, soothing and hurting, opening
And closing the wounds that make us men or what makes us suffer
in societal ignorance; sores that cannot be mend and sighs not
Stifled, given the hold of one's passions, the truthful words and signs
That belie fact; as the speaking of birds and the meaning of objects;
Thought and image, precipitantly propelled and conjured in
Unthinking waves, by the pitch of word and movement,
Position and place of the utterance or attitude, of person, thing
Or deed, rising and falling like a honing star; the source, a silent
Wound that breaks the arching barriers of our wholeness
And into the turbulence ushers a wasted negativity;
The emanations of suffering thrown fore and aft, side to side
in a cascade, hopeless, unconstrained willnessness;
While in the cabin where the tides wash, words and association
Lap with movement and habit, thought and innocence plagarizing
Each others significance; battle, hunger, lust, pity, and passion,
Play their thought and utterance in craft, forethought and spontaneity,
Each a willing accomplice by circumstance, rule and custom defined,
Regulation set, to play the inevitable that is contingently ordered
And created on the mutilation of human creativity;
Each lost in an interlinking independence of grievance and mingled knowledge,
Lost as easily as it was presumed found, the gesture as potent
As any thought out theory; and honesty the touchstone of its truth,
As matter's the groundstone of reality.